Gorgeous ice/frost formation on the back of my car this morning.
2nd annual weekend with my knitting girls. A cute little cabin in the woods with some really amazing people that I’m lucky enough to call my friends. Lots of delicious food, knitting, laughing, movies, and overall just plain relaxing. I even purchased some ruffle yarn at Walmart on a food run and knocked out a scarf Saturday night (and while I’m not a huge fan of novelty yarns I do quite like the look of it, and you can’t beat how fast it knit up).
A previous guest at the cabin had started a treasure hunt, leaving a clue at the end of their guestbook entry and then, subsequently, 2 more clues that leads to the ‘treasure’ (a little bag of found stones from one of the local gem mine touristy place for kids). Each guest has since found and re-hid the treasure, leaving their own clues to its location. Not ones to break the tradition, we followed along and re-hid the treasure with our own clues and I whipped up a quick little knit sock out of some leftover yarn to contribute our own little treasure.
The trees were in peak color this weekend, and before long the wind will shake the rest of the leaves off the limbs and leave us with the stark, bare branches of winter. I can’t help but want to repeat “Winter is coming” over and over again, to which my husband just gives me a look because he hasn’t read the Game of Thrones series to know where the phrase comes from. These photos were taken at a State Park about a 1/2 hr north of us. We have a habit of always heading south but I really should remember to head north once in a while.
It always amazes me how slowly yet how quickly the trees change. Each fall I study the trees, anticipating their change, anxiously and excitedly finding certain varieties changing earlier than others even if they are only barely changed. For weeks I do this, feeling as though they’ll never shift. And then, like magic, suddenly everything is in full swing. A month of anticipation for gorgeous color that disappears in what feels like a blink of an eye. Fall is never here long enough.
More progress on the little knit from my previous post – another baby sweater for another friend having twins. The pattern is Sweet Cables in Pink from Creative Knitting’s July 2008 issue. I so rarely knit from my pile of knitting magazines, but I was tired of searching through Ravelry’s pattern database and nothing was catching my eye. And what’s the point of buying magazines and books if you’re never going to make anything from them?
There’s a feeling I get when I’m surrounded by nature that I don’t get anywhere else. Sure, there are some pretty awe-inducing man-made things out there, but they can never top a gorgeous view, the scent of the woods, and the shimmer of the wind in the trees. Or a curious deer.
I’ve heard it said that music is food for the soul, but I beg to differ. Nature is, at least for me, food for the soul. I’m not religious, but I believe if I were I’d be a card-carrying member of the one that reveres nature the most.
Two cameras worth of photos to edit, which is very… boring. All those shots of the lake? They all end up looking the same after a while. I know there was a reason for taking all those photos, but perhaps next time I’ll remember that just a few is perfectly fine.
The weather didn’t want to cooperate, and the perfect sunny weather the previous week had turned to cold and rainy. To make it worse both of us were sick. We made do, though – either sucking it up and going out in the rain or finding shops to duck into to wait the heavier rain out. I spent most of our days feeling high from medicine but trying to power through and make the most of the trip, and then we’d return to the motel where I’d crash hard asleep on the couch while we watched TV. We’re the epitome of exciting, aren’t we?
Despite the weather (and being sick) we managed to see and do quite a bit. Pasties for lunch, hot chocolate at the cafe/book store, beach walks to see the shipwreck remains, lighthouses, waterfalls, Presque Isle with its monster rocks and heavy winds and crashing waves… not a bad itinerary, if I do say so myself.